Another presentation lacking enterprise, another day with absolutely no redeeming features whatsoever. Oh, there was one positive -- it rained this morning. The rain was beautiful, the flat tyre on the way to work wasn't -- neither was my failure to remove the offending piece of glass. I got just enough air into the thing to get to work on it with my spare tube leaking like crazy. Went down at lunch time to fix it up, totally F***ed it up, but it held together, so maybe it's not all bad.
Pulled off a brilliant save on the ride home to avoid some drunk/stoned/totally F***ing stupid moron in Surfers Paradise who didn't deserve to be born. Where do we find these "people" and why are they attracted to the Gold Coast?
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I am clinically insane. I am proud of it.
That is all.